Hooray! I’ve finally cleaned out Shedward. The spiders had moved in whilst I was away and dust covered every surface. I should clarify, for anyone who reads my blog of the same name, that Shedward is the garden shed where I worked on my dissertation. It was good, if a little daunting, to see all my notes, pictures and plot lines pasted to the walls. I feel rejuvenated. The novel will be finished … I’m going to work up to it, though. I think I will re-read and re-work my short stories and (maybe) send them out. Now that I have my MA, I’m conscious that I need to keep the pressure on without the incentive of deadlines. I haven’t helped myself by moving so far away from the contacts I made at university and my job makes getting involved with the literary scene down here a slow process. Never mind, in cleaning my outer shed, I’ve also cleaned my inner shed. I hope that means I’ve got headroom to acquaint myself with the writer in me.